Your mind’s a rhizome and your head’s at sea. Stray flotsam, jetsam drift in it; its roots Run deeper than the ocean bed and shoots Burst out of it, this way and that. The key To tracing thoughts back to their unity Lies not in system or in sticking boots Into the wildness of yourContinue reading “Sonnet”

Sonnet for Gilles Deleuze

Being is constant creativity, Or so old Gilles Deleuze has made us think, But reading him my mind caves inwardly, My being draining outwards down the sink. These post-structuralists, they all like to speak And multiply their words like plural truths, But at day’s end, we all of us must eke A living out, forContinue reading “Sonnet for Gilles Deleuze”